We live in a privileged province where the inhabitants respect their neighbors and respect the nature. But when in the morning we read the press or when in the evening we look at the national informations on news channels, we are sometimes saddened and do not recognize any more the face of France : so much violence in big cities, so many tensions connected with the rise of communitarianisms, so many corporatist folds, so many cleavages
We feel then the desire to take the steering wheel and to go to get fresh ideas through the landscapes and the heritage of our country A kind of return, in a way, towards the Territory of the childhood